I need a job.

The last three job offers I’ve gotten are looking pretty absent.

I could always work at taco bell, but to them, part time means 39 hours a week.

Every other place I apply at doesn’t call, doesn’t call, doesn’t call.

Every interview I’ve had has been sorry, sorry, sorry.

Everything to do with my school is shit, shit, shit.

It was wrong of me to dream.

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